Chapter 32 2005/02/25

Now that my mother has spent the New Year at home, she went to Zhangji for a return visit and started the third chemotherapy. Since my mother has tuberculosis infection, we still have to live in a single room to protect others and treat ourselves preferentially. When the hospital beds were full, my mother went home and rested for an extra week, and I was able to go to Taipei to participate in the signing session of the new book Legend of the Hunter at the International Book Fair according to the original plan. Book (I have a herniated disc, but the worst thing is that I have congenital spinal insufficiency, the MRI photos are very handsome, I consider putting it in the introduction of the author of a book), I pray that the reexamination doctor can see clearly and let me pass The alternative service position is to serve as a soldier for a few days, so that I can continue to stay in Changhua to take care of my mother. Otherwise, it is hard to imagine that half a year later, when my brother goes to serve in the National Defense Service and my brother goes to a teacher for an internship, who will continue to accompany me like this.

"I'm sorry, it turns out that you are still in my stomach." At the beginning, my mother heard that my spinal cavity tail did not shrink like a normal person, but blossomed and a few nerve cysts formed at the end. , apologizing to me so cutely. "Ah? That's where I put my inspiration." I suddenly realized: "I've been working on it for a long time, so I put it there. No wonder I can't finish my novel no matter what." ※※※ Today is the fifth day of the third chemotherapy. Mom's appetite has begun to deteriorate, and her stomach is not very comfortable, but she still seizes the opportunity to eat hard.An hour ago, taking advantage of the better stomach, Mom quickly ate a palm-sized roasted sweet potato.

Mom is next to me, wearing presbyopic glasses, flipping through a beautiful weekly magazine.Mom reads magazines just like reading books. She is used to flipping through from the first page. When encountering gossip news about celebrities she doesn’t know, she still tries to find out. "I'm afraid I missed something," Mom explained. I returned to Zhangji again, and soon returned to the rhythm of company a while ago. I could clearly see what the snack bars around me were selling, and the faces of every clerk were too familiar.Now my mother's white blood cells have not started to drop, and in a few days, there will be a situation where the thermometer is used to record changes in body temperature from time to time.I hope my mother can go as smoothly as the second chemotherapy this time.

In order to seize every opportunity to preach, Zhangji’s elevators always have small stories and truths that are only updated once a long time; the small stories in each elevator are different, and most of them are very boring.But some short stories are quite interesting. If I can’t read them all at once, I’m so curious that I’ll find a way to take the same one next time I take the elevator. Once, in order to read the absurd conclusion of a strange short story, I just waited for someone in the middle of the night. An elevator will go downstairs with me. Since this is a record of illness companionship related to maternal love, let me write a related short story that impressed me deeply.

It is said that an animal research center abroad has done the following "interesting" experiments.The researchers used the pheasant's eggs to secretly replace the eggs laid by the hen. Unexpectedly, the hen was taken aback at first, but didn't mind continuing to hatch the unfamiliar pheasant eggs.After the baby pheasants were born, to the researchers' amazement, the hens began digging in the soil for gnats, which they then offered to the young pheasants, who were not born to eat artificial feed. The researchers continued their efforts, replacing the eggs that the hens were hatching with duck eggs for the second time, and waited to see the good show.As a result, shortly after the duckling was born, the hen who could not swim took the duckling to the edge of the pool, allowing the duckling to adapt to the water slowly and guarding it by itself.

Whether it is a pheasant or a duck, the hen can use wisdom to detect the difference between these little things and herself, and use maternal love to find out the way to deal with it.So at the end of this story posted in the elevator, it is clear that apart from the wisdom of the hen is higher than we imagined, the most important thing is to tell us the greatness of maternal love. But I have been thinking, since the hen is so smart, behind this "interesting" experiment, the lady hen who gave silently must miss the little egg that was stolen. ※※※ "Lovers in Paris" ended yesterday, and Mom is watching the rerun of "Winter Sonata".

To be honest, I don’t like Fei Yongjun. I can’t say why. Mostly, my liking for celebrities is based on my intuitive perception, so I don’t dislike this Anpanman wearing glasses. I need to include it in “If I change In the list of ten people who must be beaten for one day as an invisible person. There is a classic line in the Korean drama Lovers in Paris, which is very interesting: "You have no memories, only memories".Of course, this sentence is mostly playing with words, but it will still be moved unconsciously. I wrote some memories of mother and child by my mother's side. I feel that there is no contradiction at all, and there is a kind of mysterious tacit understanding.

I remembered the days when I ate the bento made by my mother every day. In order to save on meal expenses, my mother often prepared lunch boxes since elementary school, and asked my father to take them to school for us. If we were too busy, he would give us 50 yuan and 100 yuan to the welfare agency.Forget it when I was a child, but it’s a bit embarrassing to be given lunch in high school, as if I never grew up.Sometimes my dad is late, and I have to finish the bento very quickly. Regarding the bento made by my mother, the students around me are always very curious, or "help me wonder" what will be inside. If my favorite red pig blood fried rice appears, everyone will be very envious. They would come to me and ask me if there was anything I would not eat, and then they would take their chopsticks and prepare to attack.

When I think of taking bento, I think of two short stories. From the first year of high school, I have been very clear about which class the most beautiful girl in my year is (yes, this kind of thing must be clear within one month after the start of school, this is the responsibility of being a chair person in the rape world) , let's give her a code name, "Girl"! Every time I go to the side door to get my lunch and go back to the classroom, I will "pass" the girl in the corridor.It's kind of weird to say that, but I always get the feeling that the girl stops in the hallway deliberately so that I can "pass".Although my soul is lustful, there is also a shy bastard in my body, so even if I pay attention to the girl, when I pass by her, I always dare not look at her directly. Feel the girl's beautiful figure with an incredible glance.But every time, I walked over straight and straight.

The girl is sometimes alone, but most of the time there is another girl talking with her. Girls always have short hair and are cute in orange tracksuits. When a girl wears a narrow uniform skirt, the curvature of her calf is indescribably beautiful. The girl looks very much like Li Lizhen who is still childish, no one can catch her. At first glance, it looks like the beginning of a campus love story, but it doesn't have the content of a campus love story, because I'm still not the protagonist in a campus love story.Soon, I was in my third year of high school, and I began to wonder, did this girl like me a little bit, that's why she kept letting me "pass" for three years?

Although I am not tall and have deadly curly hair, and because of my perverse behavior, the whole grade knows that I like girls from another social group, but... After all, I have been known as a crazy campus character since before, and I have always been Giving people the illusion of being smart, maybe I still have a "selling point" for this girl who no one can catch up with? The more I think about it, the more I stay in it.Can't move forward. Until one day when I was about to graduate and everyone was signing graffiti on each other’s schoolbags in the classroom, in the sun-drenched corridor, I once again “passed” the girl with my mother’s card bento. Suddenly, I heard a very shocking roar... "Stop being stinky!" what!I was stunned, and looked to the side, the girl blushed and had a thick neck, staring at me. I couldn't speak, but my body subconsciously led me back to the classroom without "doing anything". Yes, I didn't do anything, just sat there in the classroom, my heart was pounding, and frankly, I was super excited, and I kept replaying the embarrassing scene in my head. Why did the girl tell me "less smug"?I obviously haven't glanced at her, how could she know that I fell in love with her long ago? (Liking many girls at the same time is the only way for every iron-blooded man to temper his soul). "Xiao Ke, she should be interested in you." Yuzu. "Xiao Ke, I think you think too much." Salamander. "Xiao Ke, you should ask her clearly." Ting Ba. What the truth is, I really don't know. Most of the girls think that I think she likes me, so she thinks that the person who thinks she likes me is a very smug guy, but she is just a girl who likes to stick to the corridor and talk.So she yelled at me, declaring her wrath! But it's also possible that the girl noticed her as a big beauty, how could I not look at her every time I passed by?So I accurately judged that I was the type of boy who "wouldn't talk to the girl I liked in the crowd", and the girl liked me so much that she gave me three years to strike up a conversation with her, but I let it go in vain Pass…… A total of more than 900 chances were missed, and finally I couldn't help shouting angrily, hoping that I could chase her a little bit or two before graduation.But if that's not the case, obviously I'm really pretty. I don't have a time machine, so I can only squat in my youthful memories, staring at the girl's impeccable calf in a daze. ※※※ The second story about bento is very hilarious. My nose is not good, sinusitis or allergic rhinitis and the like have bothered me since childhood.Throughout the three years of high school, my mother added some honey to the wheatgrass juice, and brought it to me in a translucent plastic cup with a bento. At that time in 1993, raw diet was not a so-called fashion. The color of wheatgrass juice was emerald green, which was very strange, and the smell was even more unbelievable. No one knew what the hell it was.Sometimes mother didn't add honey, but mixed milk powder to brew, and the cloudy appearance was even more shocking. Xie, who was sitting next door, saw that I was always pinching my nose and puffing up the wheatgrass juice, and asked me curiously what it was.I just like to bluff, so I said casually: "This is the juice made from the corpses of silkworm babies. It is fragrant and thick." Unexpectedly, classmate Xie next door sneered and said you fart. I fart?This has inspired my wild ambitions. "Because I have a bad nose, the doctor of traditional Chinese medicine said that making silkworm juice into juice can cure the nose, but because it is too bad to drink, so I added honey. After all, honey also has the function of curing the nose. If you don't believe me, drink it and see. " I showed it to classmate Xie, and he immediately frowned and said that it really smelled disgusting. Later, this idiot classmate Xie became a loyal believer in "Silkworm Juice". Later, when other classmates asked me what I was drinking, he rushed to say with a look of understanding: "That is Silkworm Juice, really. ,very disgusting!" Or say with a very disdainful expression: "Ke Jingteng is a big pervert, I can drink that kind of silkworm baby juice, I admire it..." Someone endorsed it for me, and my credible elements increased dramatically, so everyone gradually thought that I was eating the horrible body liquid of silkworm babies every day, and I further refined this set of arguments.For example, this is not an ordinary silkworm baby on the market, or Li Shizhen’s Compendium of Materia Medica has long been recorded. If you don’t believe me, check it out (it turns out that there are really very few hardworking people in the world), and which Chinese herbal medicine shop has it? Selling this special medicinal silkworm baby, if you don’t believe it, go buy it, etc., which fully demonstrates the demeanor that a great fartist should have. As a result, when I was about to graduate, I used my nostril-picking smirk to reveal the bluffing truth to everyone. The classmate who had been sitting next to me was shocked and said that he absolutely did not believe it was a scam. I must be just I want to wash away the notoriety of "Ke Jingteng = the weirdo who drank silkworm baby's corpse liquid". Hello!Xie Fengyu, you idiot!wake up!